Is email a terror?

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Is he male and a terror? No,I mean  is email  an error?

I googled all night  with him.Am I with child or just wild?
I  got phished out of the river Jordan and went West and East as I can’t swim
He has broken my tart with his  ink
And deliver us from hacking.O,Lord. And surveill us not
Please flaunt me tonight and tomorrow.
The doctor want half my nose and  £3,000… Is  this a new rite de passage?
Deport me now,please let me row.And drown
I don’t love wolves  by the score.
My floor is always hoping for you to step on it
I love you so clutch.
He was schizo -affectionate.. he was in two blinds about me
His personality was ordered but we don’t  kno2 by whom.Anyway he was so orderly it was a disorder if you can blunderstand it like I don’t

He floundered all over me and wandered up and down.. eventually he managed to draw a map of my entire body.Is this usual in a boyfriend?

His sagacity was a fright to all.He blighted my troth

Refoulement

This is also relevant in Europe.And Mike has a really good blog that you must visit,

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Australians all let us find voice
For we are being deceived
Our country’s politicians foist
Their scorn on refugees
Send Tamils to Sri Lankan camps
Like Jews of history
On UN stage, the world will rage
But blame not Aussies please
Our politicians act for selves
Ignoring of our pleas
I need the watching world to know
THEY DO NOT ACT FOR ME

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What is Enlightenment?

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Yesterday a good friend and colleague of mine remarked,

I don’t understand people who valorize the Enlightenment, as if Cartesian rationality is the be all, end all of philosophy.

He then went on to wonder whether Jonathan Israel’s books are worth reading. The answer to the second question is an emphatic “yes!” I would especially recommend his book Radical Enlightenment. As for the first remark, Enlightenment, for me, does not mean Cartesian rationality, nor even necessarily a particular period in history, but something like a virtual tendency within human social collectives that exists, to use Badiou’s language in Logics of Worlds, with greater or lesser intensity or brightness at all times and places.

What, then, is the nature of this tendency and intensity? For me– and others will differ –Enlightenment is a synonym for immanence. This immanence unfolds along three axis and can develop unevenly, referring to…

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Schelling’s Philosophy of Mythology

Intriguing

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I’m in the middle of writing a long essay on Schelling and the resurgence of interest in his work of late, at least in the Anglophone world. I’ll be posting the essay in installments as I finish each section. For now, here is Jerry Day, from his book on Schelling’s influence on Eric Voegelin, describing Schelling’s philosophy of mythology, including also how it was interpreted by Coleridge.  Incidentally, I’ve just confirmed a speaking engagement at the PCC Forum with Paul Caringella, a Voegelin scholar, in October. I’m hoping to record and post it here.

At one point in Schelling’s Philosophy of Mythology, the work that Voegelin claims brought the “crash” to his History, one finds the following claim: “[I]t is not we who have placed mythology, but mythology has placed us in the perspective from which, at present, we shall consider it. The content of this conference is henceforth no longer mythology explained by…

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God’s not on a map

I bought a brand new A to Z.
I bought a map of Wales.
I roamed around the whole day long
Despite the snow and gales.

I bought the Ordnance Survey too
for all of the UK
I looked at maps on Amazon
and even on E Bay

I studied charts of Greenland
And Africa and France
I talked to expert geographers
Who looked at me askance.

Borneo or Burma?
Malaysia or Spain?
What does Father Brown say..
I must read his books again

But giving up, I came back home
And lay down for a nap
Suddenly it came to me!

GOD’S NOT ON A MAP

Global errors

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Please do not bite eyour males in church.
Please answer males as soon as possible.
Please do not sulk on the grass..
Please keep  your own pencil in a risky state.
Please do not roll heavy  bones down this hill.
Please bring your own balls to the play group.
No nutcakes at the party,please.
Kindly keep your oughts to yourself….
Please  be positive about the negative.
The best thing in life is a wee.
Please find your own grey home.
Please turn off your moans in the hospital.
Please do not mumble about all my deficits.
Please be illicit about your desires.
Sometimes it’s better to keep your nuts to yourself
Womb to rent.Price at inquest
He was buried in the seminary with a large marble.
Please defend yourself when prepacked.
They say noble violence will soon break out.
Pubic disorder not desired

Stan has a fishy breakfast as he waits for his hospital appointment

Annie called in on her beloved neighbours Stan and Mary on Sunday night.
Now then,she said,as your appointment is in the afternoon tomorrow,I have decided that you should have a lie in.. and I shall bring you breakfast in bed while you read the Guardian.
That is kind,said Mary,Stan is very tired.
The next morning as whey awoke to the bright sun coming through the rips in the old curtains,they heard the sound of Annie whistling The Merry Widow in the kitchen.She soon arrived with some mugs of China tea and informed them she already had breakfast on the go..
Stan and Mary sipped their tea while gazing at images of Gaza on a Kindle Fire.
This certainly puts our problems in perspective,said Stan.
Why do the Israelis think this will solve their problems?Mary asked.
Well,said Stan,I am sure you have often felt like retaliating when somebody hurts you…
Indeed I have but it’s usually a mistake….so I believe now.
And moreover,since the Jews were criticized for not resisting more forcefully when the Nazis arrested then and being too passive in accepting their fate perhaps they want to show they can fight back and be just as tough as we British folk are.Recall the Black Hole of Calcutta, the conquest of many countries all over the world etc
Yes, it’s a complex situation… but the last War in November 2012 didn’t seem to improve matters..
No war ever brings Utopia on earth,my dear.Sometimes they are a necessary evil        sometimes just evil…sometimes for political motives.. elections coming up and so on.
Fortunately ,just then, Emile jumped onto the bed and informed them that their breakfast was  ready
Soon Annie appeared dressed as a chef in a high white hat carrying a big tray.On it were two trout covered in blueberry sauce and some wholemeal bread.
Sensibly, she had removed the trouts’ heads.
What an unusual breakfast,Stan cried. cheerily
Well,you need the protein,Annie replied,her coral lips glowing brightly n the morning sun and her figure showed off  at its bestin tight jeans and a  red  lycra top
Stan picked up his trout in his bare hands and bit a lump out of it.
Good grief,said Mary.Are you a man or a beast?
A beast in bed,thought Annie humorously,though she remained silent watching the old couple devour their food..
More tea? she asked gently.
Yes,please,said Mary…
Well this is a treat,she remarked to Stan..I am glad the trout had no head as you would have bitten it off,she continued.Usually that’s a metaphor… but in this case it would have been reality…
How much cleverer people used to be.. they didn’t read the cheap newspapers , buy lottery tickets,go bowling and get drunk every weekend;no,they invented alphabets,metaphors,numbers,geometry….
Yes,I suppose they had nothing better to do then such as   going online to shop or to snoop,watching trash on TV,buying new mobile phones and so on.Yes, it was so hard that they invented geometry just to pass the time, and logic so they could refute arguments which they had to while away the long hours in winter time..
Imagine that!What would we do if we had none of these consumer goods?
Well,there’s one thing I can think of….

I love your singular blue eyes

and  on your bosom I long  now to lie.
I see,said Mary.I knew it would be that….go on then but hurry
Yes,said Stan,I am going to write a poem about you.
Gosh,thought Emile, as he waited for the trout remainsWhat a man… he can still write poetry  even at his age!

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The Confessional Box , Egocentricity,Christianity: My Sabbath Sermon

I was just thinking how the best times in my life are when I completely forget myself either when with a person,when writing,enjoying nature or art,reading a good book,visiting the Greek Orthodox Chapel in Walsingham…And with another person I feel we get on better when I am not thinking about what effect I am having or wondering what they think of me.
I believe we are most happy when we lose ourselves this way.
On the other hand,sometimes we need to reflect on our lives and our actions.This may sometimes be painful and we should not wallow in it.I think it’s useful only if it leads us to change our actions,to apologize to people we have wronged or to learn about our tendencies.
But the way I was brought up was to focus intensely on my sins,Jesus suffering and death….and as I grew older this grew worse.
Now looking back I see that it was really the opposite of what I think is the good life as the more I wondered about my sins the less I was able to think of other people although I think I have generally been kind.{!}
So perhaps the way we were educated as Catholics was wrong.One should not be afraid of admitting faults or apoloogising.It’s the human way that we sometimes hurt others whether maliciously or not…and instead of fearing our sinfulness we should openly welcome knowledge of it so as to understand ourselves and understand others who are all very similar to us in their human nature.
So I advocate self forgetfulness on the whole with periods of reflection but not rumination which is extremely bad for us….
You may say that it was my sensitive nature that was to blame but I have met one or two psychoanalysts socially and they said to me it was virtually impossible to change the guilt their Catholic clients felt.
But if the conception of God you have alters then you will alter.I no longer believe in a vengeful deity waiting angrily  for my prayers and tormenting me.You must have a conception of God as forgiving… whether we believe in God or not we need to develop some basic trust in God,the Universe or Life,the great Unknown for only with basic trust can we forget ourselves and live freely..trusting our own selves which are largely a mystery to us… but within us there is the Unknown force that grew us and that renews us daily or hourly as we go on living with each other and accepting we have that in common.. we are all being created and renewed moment by moment as are our “enemies”;as is the whole world..

Create a Word Document in SkyDrive and allow others to edit it online

This is really useful about using on line word which is free,by the way

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Upon logging into your SkyDrive account you will see all of your files in the tiles view by default.

skydrive login

Click the Create button on the top of the documents pannel.

create button

The choices you get from click the Create button are

  • Word Document
  • Excel workbook
  • PowerPoint presentation
  • OneNote notebook
  • Excel survey

skydrive create choices

Click the Word document and type a name for the file.

save doc

Then the Word App will open. Type and edit the document using the free Word Web App.

Word Web App

When you want to invite others to edit or view the document you click the File–>Share command. Then click “Share with People”.

File Share

Then type the email(s) you want to share with. These people do not need a Microsoft SkyDrive account. Verify that the check box “Recipients can edit” is checked if you want them to edit.

When you click “Share” an email will be sent with a hyperlink for access that your…

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Limericks about writing

I thought writing poetry absurd.
But now I have found on line word.
We don’t have to pay
to write here all day…
this limerick is my 23rd

If you fancy writing one too
Here is the  way  so to do .
Get one good line
Recall the design..
Then go an as if I were you.

Some people like to write sonnets
I’d like to pen a whodunit
Because I am greedy
I always feel needy
So I need far more money,doggonit!

I want to design a new genre…
where rhyming is banned,good on y’!
And scanning is out
Spelling’s in doubt
But I shall  permit  double entendre

Boris Johnson opens Melbourne Writers Festival

Interesting for an Brits reading my blog…and do look at Mike’s other posts and poetr

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I went along to see London Mayor Boris Johnson open the 2013 Melbourne Writers Festival last night. The man declared himself impressed with the venue, our city’s quaint mid-nineteenth century neoclassical Town Hall, deeming it more appropriate than his own sterile and modern energy-saver abutting the old Pool of London.

In case any of you are wondering why a politician travelled 16891 kilometers to open such an event, Boris Johnson is a writer with a dozen or so successful books under his belt. He came up through the newspaper ranks

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Deep on the ocean floor

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Have you ever had a dream,

That you were all alone?
Have you lived with someone handsome,
With a heart like a cold stone?
Have you drowned in deep,cold rivers,
And been lost in shadowed caves?
Have you lived with too much fusion,
Till you drowned in ghostly waves?

The waves run down the sea shore,
Then up they come once more.
The tide turns and life alters..
Deep on the ocean floor.
You were so beautiful and silent,
Like a sword without its sheath.
I should have let you take me,
The way you took away my breath

With my compliments

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The process of writing is clear
As mud that is mixed with black beer.
Just recollect some words
And write down what you learned….
With nonchalance,then, persevere.
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My old man was feeling so drear
>He dived into a barrel of beer.
He swam to the edge
And perched on a ledge..
He complained that there wasn’t a pier.

Mental misrule update

 

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Irritable boundary personality disorder.
Rubber boundary personality disorder
Unacceptable boundary lines disorder
Invisible boundary disorder.
Friendly feinting disorder.
Bully personality psychosis.
Prying personality disorder..
Irresolute male disoyder.
Self righteous soul disorder.
God bothering disorder.
Victim seeking personality disorder
Materialistic greed disorder.
Birds nests disorder .
Failing to brush the hair on the back of your head disorder
Disguised theft societal disorder.
Praying for others without permission disorder.
Laughing cavalierly personality disorder.
Unwillingness to care societal disorder…
Over exposed photos male disorder.
Gadget collecting personality tendency leading to more orders.
Instruction manual induced psychosis.
Translation disorder
Soul destroying societal disorder.
Humiliating others personality disorder.
Spiritual tendency errors in navigation neurosis.
Writing obsession in just one of many:sex,icecream.sunshine,love,wool,pianos,paper,newspapers,photos

Treatment is sometimes rest,arrest, or kinder revolution than before…We hope… or maybe meditation for 15 minutes twice daily for women and three times for men..
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Complaining lady personality misrule
Look here,this is not what I ordered.
Well,someone did!

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We think but do we know?

8282959_f520I used to love my mother
but then I got too old.
She didn’t want to feed me
Because I felt the cold.
My feet and hands were purple
which she told me was wrong.
I couldn’t change the colour
so had to change my tongue.
I used to love my father
Until he went away.
They said he’s with the angels
and small girls ought to pray.
And then I loved the cat we had
And all four kittens too…
Until my mother got fed up
and sent them to the zoo.
I said I am disheartened
Life is far too hard…
or else I’m hypersensitive
and must become a bard.
I loved a Spanish waiter.
A young man from Peru.
I loved a lot of others–
No more than ninety two.
That is just an estimate
An average, a norm.
It’s what I told the doctor

When he filled out a form

He said to me,You err,my dear
And I mistook his speech
I thought he meant he loved me.
But he just meant to teach.
What he meant was quantity
is not what we desire..
One man is sufficient
Unless he is a liar.
And in the darkness of the bed
What matters is their smell.
Some men smell like honey..
much more I cannot tell
for though these men pursued me
I had such poor eyesight
I didn’t  see them properly
especially at night..
I was more keen on Wittgenstein.
and whether I am real..
Maybe I’ve gone crackers

And don’t know  I’m surreal

I don’t want any lovers now
for love brought so much pain
I’d rather be a jellied eel
than fall in love again.
But friendliness and welcome
Are what we humans need…
And cats and dogs and willow trees
Which don’t make our hearts bleed.
One man is sufficient
And necessary too..
Without my own sweet husband
whatever would I do?
He listens with his heart and soul
And he is never harsh…
He likes to hear me singing
Across of Southwold Marsh.
He likes to take the ferry boat
Across the River Blythe.
But now I hope the ferryman
will not yet arrive..
We have to cross that river
We have to let life go…
We have to be untied and freed.
We think,but do we know?
In the silvery moonlight,
Time gets her own  way
In the darkness of the night
Time will have her say.
Time has come and gone again
And so the hand descends
So I bid you fond farewell,
We have reached the end.
Oh,wrap me up dear mother
in my winding cloth
Take me in your ancient arms
for I have had enough.
I’ve loved and loved and loved again.
I’ve puzzled and I’ve pained
but all I want’s a writing tool
To write down words again

In therapy with a flea doctor

  • My analyst says I have got a transference gnosis so I am saving up for a dictionary before I flea associate again…
    He said I have got a middle of the road personality disorder.
    He also said I am floundering on genius.How intriguing is that?
    My O.U tutor says he can teach me Nothing…just what I wanted
    My elocution class is electrocuting on stage soon.
    My intelligence is so high nobody can reach it or me.
    My lips stung last night….friendly fire.
    My nose feels odd… shall I add one?
    My eyes are blue but I am happy anyway.
    my dog has gone white overnight….from one excuse to another.
    I begged his pardon and he ignominiously scored over me.
    He wrote on his head,I am Bald….. he’s not so good at spelling is he?.
    I have lost my American express bard.
    I am so slim I can sleep on top of a radiator but my husband says it’s unfair… well he can diet…or become a radiator…love is not love unless you change your phrases

The fleas have flu and/or men might have hearts not just arteries.

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A tall  cat may spook bats on the wing

A man is intuitively as wrong his bleakest thinking
A change of mood might be a test or a wonder.
The devil is only  man’s best fiend
A blog is a human’s testing  field
A drowning man will clutch at a see saw 
A n evil wish in its ways corrupts not  just the head but the  art 
A fool and his heir are soon parted with my truth comb
A friend in deeds is a friend who plants seeds
A folding key can only  open a folding door
A house divided against  itself  must not stand  over the cracks in this pavement as it may cause an interpretation following a transference  pure gnosis
My Waitrose card stopped wanting long a groan
My credit card has expired and will be buried tonight.Please come with both money and love.
The dog died last week  and now the fleas have flu… or is it floan?
I am  the only woman with a discredit card.Wink at my repution today.
He said he would uncredit me with a £100.Has he not heard of negative numbers?
Percentages are very misconceiving

I misperceived him as well as he was allowing a schism in his mind

He deceived me more than most as I am too naive with men..I assume they  have hearts not just arteries.They are veined too!

Summer of love

lighter tree

Shimmering light
The lily pond
The music of your eye
The touch of your arm
Your always honey smell.
I love.

Rustling trees in a row,
A wide green lawn;
People stoop to see small flowers.

A snail on the path.
The perfection of the shell.
I believe

Unusually tall dandelions
at the edge of this wood
Wave in the warm west wind.
We smile.

Sitting pen in hand
I wonder what I would have written
In all the letters I’ve not sent you.

Far away on the Ridgeway,
Cars, like ants,
Rush towards the motorway.
They make us laugh.
How green the meadows
How fresh the old trees.

I gaze at you.
I find I am.
It’s mutual.
We are.

It’s here.

Why are the poppies grieving?

 

This is just some ideas for making a poem later on

 

Why don’t we talk more gently?
Why don’t we look more intently/

Why don’t we live  presently ?

Why were the poppies growing so wildly?
Why were the battlefields growing nightly?
Why did we murder  men so lightly?
Why did we not love more rightly?
Why are the poppies  covering the soil  so  politely?
When did the young  soldiers   leave so frightfully?

Rubber sheets,beds and geometry;the real truth

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Topology,a branch of mathematics, is sometimes called rubber sheet geometry.It’s a sad world when mathematicians have to study the sheets of those of us who have leaky bladders.
However if Tracy Emin’s bed is a work of art it extends the possibilities for scientists and mathematicians.And ths is needed because with all academics having to publish very frequently they might run out of topics.
So we might have a study of duvets and the different shapes they might assume when they are covering just one person,two people,three people and since we are mathematicians,,,,, we could study their shapes when covering an infinite number of people.
Alternatively how about the effect of one person being covered by an infinite number of duvets?Would it be aleph null.. the infinity of the rational numbers or aleph 0ne [the infinity of the real numbers]? Aleph one is the bigger of the two ..
Aleph is the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet… and it is used because mathematicians already have used up the Greek alphabet.So now we use the Hebrew one which is slightly different.
If you learned calculus you will recall all those delta x’s and delta y’s.
This makes me think calculus is part of geomorphology and I do believe that geomorphology which studies the surface of the earth is linked to the love and study of the mother’s face and body by human infants.
So calculus is linked to the studied love of babies.Can it be that if you had a disturbed infancy you will find mathematics very hard.

Plastic geometry and plastic surgery will be dealt with later.. but obviously again it is linked to love or hate of the body… though our bodies are not usually made from plastic but who knows?

Illness is a plot to slow us down

Illness is a plot to slow us down
when God sees we are about to catch him up.
His face is covered by a thoughtful frown…
till he bestows with love the poisoned cup.

For speed is alien to the human soul
we have to live as slowly as hearts beat.
If rushing on we may miss our life’s goal..
Running down some long and rain filled street.

Step by step across the dangerous flood
On stones placed there by patient long gone men.
With care,perception guides us to the good
but haste leads often to a tiger’s den.

Beware impulsive speeding in your mind
For out of this come many acts unkind

Viewpoints, a musing

 

 

What is the point of my view?
what is my point of view?

If you are in a different place from me then we need to take account of that.

 

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A point of view depends on where you point,I suppose… you could rotate and see a different view from the same spot…
Now pointed questions ar a different thing altogether.. like arrows,perhaps.
A loaded question is like a gun.. dangerous or tormenting or showing power..
He has the appointed viewer here now…. a civil servant perhaps?A government official?
So many of our phrases come from art and poetry.. language was once entirely poetry until the metaphors set like hard jelly and we find it hard to burst out of it…as it were…
We live off the poetry of men and women long gone from this earth,though many no doubt became soil and so are still here spread about… all over the world.. just think a woem could be digesting Oliver Cromwell!

 

WORMS

A worm has just a simple life
No sister, children nor a wife
And yet we never hear complaints…
Thus language gives and language taints

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No,I’ll never love a hen again..
Her nose runs all day and she follows it on Facebowl
I bought a witch a broom   and now she gives me static
At least tantalize me till it’s light and I can go out and get my hair trimmed.
He gave me a laugh and many   more sinful emotions than I’ve ever had before
He kept me mating far too long.. you know what it’s like;one thing leads to a mother.
He laughed all the way to the bonk
I played a bar and then found many more in a music book
I pray for more catarrh in winter
I generally lay my bards on the table
l left my mark on his back.. nailed my man !
I leave no organ in tune but your double bass  gave me the willies
I’m just a reveller in my own lifetime
I was left by his faltering at the altar
He’s at my wits end
It was the fleeter of my two feet which ran faster than I did
I let the flat out  and hired a wheelie bin just to sleep in,you know what it’s like now in London
Let’s never pall again.
I’ll never wear a glove again.
No,I’ll never write a double negative for you.No. not ever
She said,let’s split now then she turned a  perfect cartwheel
My identity never achieved revolution
He preys all night and an owl is photographing his movements for the Daily Beast
Ariel is no longer a spirit… what would Shakespeare say

Blogging is a sin now!

Hey Father give me some blessings.It’s two bleeps since my last transmission.

What is wrong with that?

I have no idea,Father.

This place is for confessing your  sins if you repent

I know,it must be fascinating.Can you tell me a few general categories of the most popular sins?

But the confessional is sacred…can’t you read the newspapers?They are replete with sin,positively brimming over

Well,I come here a lot and I’m running out of ideas for my blog.

Blogging is sinful.We have been thinking and we have just decided

Really?It’s not mentioned in my Missal.

No doubt it will be in the next edition!

Why is it sinful?

I believe it takes your mind off the people around you.

Exactly!

Can’t you do anything about these people?

I’ve tried praying for them,seducing them,ignoring them,emailing them.

And what happened.

Nothing at all.They just ignore me.

Why don’t you ignore them?

That’s a wonderful idea.

Now,to cut back your blogging you need to learn the oboe…

Why,Father?

You can’t type when playing the oboe and it’s cheaper than a piano..

Gosh,you are so clever.Theology is good for the mind

And your playing will be so awful that it will make your housemates speak to you..

That’s unlikely,they are all cats!

Oh,you nincompoop.Be off or I’ll kick you out myself..

That’s not wholly holy or even holey.

Be off or I’ll send you a rhyme.

About time!

How about the design?

I am thinking,sublime?

I’ll take nine plus some twine..

What is my penance?

Being who you are!

By a large shop’s mirror I sat down and wept

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The school tell me the children are totally nitless now
They are tested daily by flea circuses.. what a performance
And they even know how to read faces and use body language since most cannot talk….
So how can they read? Silently,no doubt
Some children wear nappies in school to save time going to the lav.. whatever next… taking a baby’s bottle to save paying for school dinners..?
Some folk think,why grow up when we die later…. why not stay as children.. but in the end most of us give in and give up the breast for a few short years.. then those with them are hunted by those without.I think it was very unfair not to give men a bosom of their own though perhaps it would lead to total narcissism and we don’t want that do we?Ahaa.

As for their organs?How about becoming a hermaphrodite on the NHS..Two fo’ one.Marry yourself and save money on beds..and sheets and so on.. I suppose it’s boring marrying someone you can’t see except through a mirror
Think about it.. you can see anyone at all except yourself… very intriguing..so save up or make a mirror from mercury.Just don’t eat it.

For lonely harts

They say I have a great sense of rumour.
And I am extremely dutiful.
My hair is like spun mould.
My eyes are like two bars.
My nose is ironic like the poet’s.
All in all I am a site to be ribald.
My cooking is extra-ordinary ,indeed it is plain.
My figure is probably zero writ on a barge.
I am a very rude housekeeper and all the furniture is witless.
My husband buys me furniture polish for Xmas made from bees wax.This is true.
Do bees ever wane?I know they can buzz.
My doctor said I was the second cleverest person she ever met and she should know as there were ten patients signed on there…I still don’t know which one was the cleverest but I don’t believe in IQ anymore.You see mine is 200… and look t my life… then you will wonder whether I have no EQ..none at all..you don’t need it to do theoretical physics.
My therapist admired my dreams as she was in most of then rowing me out to sea.
She wanted to show me a new perspective on life but we had to call the lifeboat out… should i stop the therapy and have swimming lessons instead ? I think if one has to keep calling out the elifeboat it is not a good omen and I could save the money and buy more wool…
What does pellucid nean?I just love the word… is it related to lucid?

I need a bath and the birds have gone so for economy I shall use theirs;